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Scars and stains
My lace white sheets are stained
From him. From me.
We laid there together
For days. For nights.
The promises we made
For us. For the future.
But that doesn't matter anymore
People change their minds
I was once your one and only
And now another is your 'destiny'
It took a week.
I was worth that little.
You broke me.
And walked away.
With her.
And once again.
My lace white sheets are stained
As the blood gushes out
My wrist begins to hurt
But it's worth it
I try to slice deeper
As the deed is nearly done
My head feels faint as I'm writing this
My body feels so weak
Yeah. This is the way I was supposed to go
Ah shit. Forgot the suicide no---
From him. From me.
We laid there together
For days. For nights.
The promises we made
For us. For the future.
But that doesn't matter anymore
People change their minds
I was once your one and only
And now another is your 'destiny'
It took a week.
I was worth that little.
You broke me.
And walked away.
With her.
And once again.
My lace white sheets are stained
As the blood gushes out
My wrist begins to hurt
But it's worth it
I try to slice deeper
As the deed is nearly done
My head feels faint as I'm writing this
My body feels so weak
Yeah. This is the way I was supposed to go
Ah shit. Forgot the suicide no---
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